She was there she saw it all and she kept quiet. Because despite how much she had been through she was never one for dramatics. "Curiosity breeds familiarity. Familiarity only ever brings friendship and friendship always makes things harder." First book to the trilogy Assistant FemOcxAvengers MATURE THEMES ABUSE SUICIDE RAPE POLY RELATIONSHIPS APART OF A SERIES FINISHED

Niklaus Mikaelson had a daughter before Hope. And although he took her in he never really paid any attention to her because he never believed that she was his own daughter. This only got worse when Hope came along. The plot, Dawn and any additional characters that are not part of The Originals TV show belongs to me.

*CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING* There she was shaking her hips side to side as if she was putting on a private show for him. He stood there staring at her intently as if she was the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen. But the poor little girl was oblivious to his stares, she was too engrossed in her little world. He clenched his drink tightly seeing guys trying to get close to her and putting their hands on her, but he had to restrain himself. He ran this city and he would soon have her. He would soon capture his little Kitten. Warning ⚠️ this story contains very sensitive topics including drugs, kidnapping and sexual assaults. #1 - David Gandy #1 - Wife #2 - Stalker #2 - Daddy MATURE CONTENT ⚠️

Robyn Fenty is a sheltered child, she is also a Pastors kid, always in church on Saturdays and Sundays. She is expected to marry another Pastors kid named Jeremy after graduating from varsity. Her father is extremely protective of her. Roman Reigns is no ordinary man around New York, he was king of the streets around here. Nobody messes with his shit. At only sixteen he got into the game, took his family out of the projects and became the head of the table. Now at twenty seven he was a mafia boss running his own cartel along his cousins known as the bloodline.

Warning ⚠ 🔞 "I want a heir from you." king said to her "what! " she asked "you want to hear explanation. Huh? Then hear it, I want to fuck you until you get pregnant, you will bear my child. You womb will fill with my seed. You will raise my child in your womb" "stop this. I am not a whore to do such things" "if I think you as a whore You will be lying on bed like deadbody. And whore only pleasure a men not give birth of child" "I am just a maid why are you doing this to me. I am not beautiful I am ugly. I am the Ugly pri.... Maid. YOU can marry any princess for heir. You want a maid to carry your child who will be the future king. Noone will ever respect him. Leave me please." " you are not ugly. I do not care . Now come on. We have to work together " " leave me or else" "or else what?" she was looking for anything that could help her she saw a knife. She took it. "I will kill myself, I am not going to be your whore. I will kill myself, I have Noone on earth so you can not force me like you did with that girl" Content and /or trigger warning :This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be trigger for some readers.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ adore /əˈdɔː/ verb 1.love and respect (someone) deeply ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙀𝙞𝙩𝙤,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘣 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 25 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮? |𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬:𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝|

Psychological-Related to the mental and emotional state of a person* What happens to life when a happy wife isn't really a happy wife?.... " I'll fucking do and you know I would, watch that pretty but yet annoying ass mouth of your's Hiaden "

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.